Who? Jay Gatsby & Open Where? Gatsby's house When? Saturday evening What? Party! Status? OPEN! Rating? We'll see...
It was Saturday night, and as usual in Long Island, all of New York's bright young things had descended upon Gatsby's mansion. Drink was flowing, music was playing, people were dancing and laughing and talking- in the garden, by the pool, in the ballroom- everywhere. Servants mixed cocktails and poured champagne, actresses gossips in corners, businessmen made deals over the poker table, vicious rumours flew around about Gatsby, spread by the very people who were happy to use his house and drink his alcohol.
"I heard that he was German spy during the war."
"Didn't you hear that he killed a man once?!"
"How exactly does a nobody spring up out of nowhere and buy a house on West Egg?"
But for once, Gatsby really didn't care. He was actually attending his own party, mingling in the crowd, looking very dapper in his three-piece suit. He picked up a glass of champagne as he went, smiling and nodding at people- and really not giving a damn if any of them were enjoying themselves. Screw the upper classes- the only people he cared about having a good time were Nick Carraway and the people of the Island. His real friends.